Page 26 of The Hard Hitter
I swallow, then wince at my scratchy throat. “I need a drink.”
He stands. “I’ll get you a glass of water.”
“I have a better idea.” I touch his arm to stop him. “Let’s do something fun.”
“I’m always up for something fun.” He glances down at his cock. “But I might need a minute. I’m not eighteen anymore.”
“What are you talking about, you’re already getting hard.”
“Okay, maybe all I need is thirty seconds.”
I laugh and whack him. “Come on.” I jump from the bed, pull on a pair of yoga pants, and a T-shirt. Zander stands there and watches me the whole time, his hot gaze locked on my body.
“I prefer you naked,” he says.
I glance at his cock, which is full-on hard at this point. While I’d like to go another round, I need more than thirty seconds. “Put some clothes on and meet me back here.” I tap my mussed sheets and fix my pillows.
“Look at you telling me what to do. When did you get so bossy?”
“Hey, listen, you can’t bring that out in me and then complain about it.”
Stepping up to me, he runs his hands along my arms, and he goes serious. “I like that I bring that out in you. You need to be who you need to be.” His head dips and, catching me by surprise, he plants a warm kiss on my lips. When he breaks it, I’m a little breathless.
“Ah, okay…I, uh…”
“Lose your train of thought, Sam?” he asks and tucks my wet hair behind my ear.
“Yes, and you don’t have to be so proud of yourself for that.”
He lets out a big laugh, turns me around and gives me a slap on the ass to set me into motions. I dart to the kitchen, grab a bottle of wine, and two glasses. I get back to the room, and he’s standing there tugging on his jeans. My heart gives a little flip as I watch. This is a purely physical relationships, so maybe playing this game with him isn’t such a great idea.
He turns and eyes the bottle and glasses. “You trying to get me drunk, have your way with me?”
I hold up the bottle. “I hardly think this will do it? I’m a bit of a lightweight though.”
His face goes serious once again. “Just so you know, I’d never take advantage of you if you’d been drinking.”
My heart swells. “I know.”
“Really, and how do you know that since you really don’t know anything about me at all? Other than what my sister told you and that was probably all lies.”
I shake the bottle in my hand. “That’s what this is for.”
“Ah, I get it, you’re trying to loosen me up with alcohol.”
“Not really.” I jump on the bed and sit crossed-legged. Zander stretches out on his side, his body long, hard and lean. It’s all I can do to take my eyes off him. I open the bottle, pour some into our glasses and set the rest on my nightstand. “You’ve played Never Have I Ever before, right?”
He grins. “Yeah.” He gestures to my nightstand, where I set the bottle. “But I’d rather play spin the bottle.”
“One track mind much?” He laughs. I toy with the rim of my glass, and think. “Okay, I’ll go first, and no lies. Never have I ever watched a hockey game.”
His eyes go wide, incredulous. “That’s blasphemy.”
I crinkle my nose and say, “Sorry. Dad watched all the time, along with my cousins and uncles, and I mean, I’ve glanced at the TV when walking past, but I’ve never watched.”
“Well, we’ll be changing that,” he says, and since he’s done it, he takes a sip from his glass. “Never have I ever parachuted.”
My eyes go wide, and I take a drink. “And never do I plan on it,” I say.